"Guangchengzi was injured by the Witch Clan?"
The Three Pure Ones froze at those words.
They were still working out how to scheme against the Witch Clan and the Demon Race...
How had their own disciples gotten caught up in it first?
At the thought, both Tongtian's and Laozi's expressions changed.
In the tribal-demon kalpa, the Witch Clan and the Demon Race had yet to start fighting, but the Three Pure Ones had already been dragged in.
Now their disciples had clashed with the Witch Clan.
Should they fight or not?
If they did not, everyone in the Primordial World would mock the Three Pure Ones for being unable to protect even their own disciples. How could they spread their teachings and increase their sects' fortune afterward?
But if they fought?
That would mean the Three Pure Ones had truly become embroiled in the tribal-demon kalpa.
Once karmic retribution wrapped around them, breaking free would be difficult.
They had intended to stay out of it, but thanks to those damned members of the Witch Clan, the Three Pure Ones had to step into the pit whether they wanted to or not!
They could not even escape!
Tongtian and Laozi still had their reservations, but Yuanshi could no longer afford to care about any of that.
I was just worrying about having nowhere to vent my anger.
You of the Witch Clan dared to injure my disciple.
This isn't over!
Yuanshi had always fiercely protected his own.
Whether now or during the future Investiture of the Gods calamity, that never changed.
More than once, Yuanshi had attacked juniors for the sake of his disciples.
In short: They are my disciples, whether they're right or wrong.
You cannot bully them, or I'll never let it go!
"Second brother, you must not act